This RP is backdated to April 15th

Once you were out of immediate danger, being hospitalized was a pretty sweet deal. They gave you the good drugs, and you got to sleep all day while people came by to tell you how great you were and how much they loved you and hoped you got well soon. She still couldn’t like, talk, or eat anything besides jell-o, or be useful to anyone ever, but whatever, Megiddo was having a nice week off?

Or, Keren Della-Blue was, anyway. Her parents were very, very concerned, which was kind of obnoxious but also had its benefits, she supposed? They’d offered her a really nice new cell phone and a cute keychain that doubled as brass knuckles. It was probably for the better that she couldn’t really talk yet, since it spared her from having to explain anything to them - or from lying to them, as it were. Keren had no plans to tell her parents about her nightlife, like, ever.

It was about three in the afternoon, and Keren was dozing. She mostly dozed these days, drugged up as she was. Hospital food aside, it was an okay vacation to be on. She trusted that Castor and the rest of the knights and senshi at her rescue had raised the alarm, and Camlann was likely on his way to an early grave. Perhaps there would be good news for her when she was released from the hospital?

One could hope.

Shibrogane
Babylon wouldn’t give him the name, but Aleksy had other contacts. Mostly contacts Babylon had given him, but that didn’t mean anything. Megiddo was Keren Della-Blue. The name held no more meaning than the provenance of Aleksy’s contacts. Except it represented a failure of his, and his assistance in purifying Teide didn’t balance that out. He looked up visiting hours and brought her a bouquet of white lilies.

“Hello,” he said, poking his head in. “Oh, good. You are asleep.” She didn’t look like Megiddo in the same way that Finn didn’t look like Babylon, but also Megiddo had never had a neck brace on. He dropped the flowers on her bedside table with a loud clonk.

When her eyes focused on him, he held up his hand. There was the ring with the sigil of Saturn on it for her to take a peek at. “So you lived. I must be an incompetent executioner.”


Keren didn’t like the cut of this man’s jib, which was a phrase she didn’t really know but thought she might like to use, anyway. She’d never seen him before in her life, and the fact that he’d shown up with flowers definitely didn’t put her at ease. Creepy slavic redheads could stay far away from her please.

And then he went and ******** confirmed it. He wouldn’t try anything, she thought. Not here, where there were monitors and nurses and a ******** visitors log. With one hand, she reached for her whiteboard.

With the other, she flipped him the bird.

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"You are so pretty when your mouth is shut and no words are coming out," said Aleksy, making himself comfortable in the chair next to her bed. "You should be more careful to whom you make your civilian identity known. Anyone could find out that you are incapacitated."

He looked at the whiteboard, and nudged the white-erase market closer to her hand. "I trust you are recovering," he said. "You should count yourself lucky. I was careful to cut the artery, and yet, here you are. Alive. If not well."


Keren scowled at him and took the marker. Who had told him her name? It didn’t matter. Anyone who hadn’t known what he’d done would have told him, courtesy among knights or whatever. She balanced the whiteboard across her knees and wrote, in careful block letters:

GET OUT of here RIGHT NOW or I will push the call button and tell EVERYONE what you did.


She turned it around and reached for the call button and held it up, her thumb poised over the trigger.

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“Prove it,” said Aleksy. “In America it is a crime to accuse someone of something they did not do. If I am correct, they looked for evidence, did they not? And it matched nothing in any of their many databanks?” He smiled. It was an attractive smile, if you were into kind of sociopathic expressions of disdain. Some people were. He didn’t judge. “Go ahead. Tell them I tried to kill you. It may work, for now, but there is no evidence.”

He leaned back in the chair. “And if you do, I will never tell you why I did it.”


Keren gritted her teeth. While she wasn’t sure how well the glamour defended against DNA evidence or anything like that, he sounded like he’d looked into covering up for his crimes. She’d settle this on her own terms - later. She let go of the call button, setting it on the bed, and wiped the board.

Why the ******** did you do it? she wrote, and showed it to him. Her handwriting was a bit shakier. He’d nearly killed her. He was in a perfectly good position to finish the job. But instead, it seemed, all he wanted to do was gloat.

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“You kill children,” he said, leaning forward now, elbows on the edge of the bed. “You know they are children, and you do it, and you are proud. Why should it matter that they have been misled? You feel powerful when you smash a young woman’s head into the ground for the crime of being brainwashed.” He shrugged. “There is evil among the Negaverse, yes. But there is also goodness, and honor, in those who seek purification. You would condemn them for crimes which they have committed in defense of their own life.”

He tipped his head to the side. “Do you understand?”


Keren disagreed, but whatever. She’d wised up - maybe she couldn’t get him tried for the crimes he’d already committed, but she could still get him kicked out of her room and maybe - maybe - banned from the hospital. She picked the call button back up.

“Get out,” she rasped, her throat aching with the words, and brought her thumb down. He could leave, or he could be escorted. She didn’t care either way - she just wanted him gone.

She watched him retreat, and her throat burned with anger.